Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself. "I cannot break my vow. She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it. But I forget," he added, glancing at Austin; "it's high treason to speak disrespectfully of Mr.
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